Chapter Five
A few hours later, they were all still running, trying to get to Caras Galadhon, where the Lord and Lady of the wood dwelled. Aragorn was still carrying Legolas, his arms were numb and sore. Suddenly, Aragorn tripped over a tree root that was sticking out from the ground, he accidentally threw Legolas onto the ground, and he fell flat on his face. Haldir instantly stopped running and looked back to the fallen pair, he ran to Aragorn to help him back up, but Aragorn held up his hand out to stop him.
"I am fine, see to Legolas, his wounds might be bleeding again." Haldir nodded and ran to Legolas, checked him over, and frowned. Aragorn slowly got up and dusted the dirt off from his clothes.
"What is it, Haldir? Is he alright?" Haldir looked frighteningly at Aragorn.
"He...he's not breathing..." Aragorn stood there, frozen with panic.
Just then, the rest of the fellowship and the soldiers had caught up and was about to say something, but when they saw Legolas lying there, Haldir beside him with tears in his eyes, and Aragorn just standing there, they thought better of it. Knowing what had happened, the fellowship and the other elven soldiers sighed in sorrow.
"Why have you stopped, son of Arathorn?" A female voice sounded in Aragorn's mind. At first, Aragorn had no idea who it was who spoke in his mind, but then he remembered that only the Lady of the Wood could do such a thing in her own land.
"I...he is dead..." Aragorn replied out loud, and everyone stared at him. The female voice chuckled softly.
"I have known Legolas ever since he was born...he was never one to give up so easily...never was...never will be...but have you given up on him already?"
"I...I don't know..."
"What is your name?" Aragorn frowned.
"Aragorn..."
"Not this one..." Then, realization shone on the ranger's face, this was the exact same thing Legolas had asked of him two days ago.
"My name is Estel, I am hope..."
"That is correct, there is always hope, Estel, always...even in the darkest hour..." Aragorn smiled.
"My Lady, you must wait for our arrival and heal Legolas!" At this point, everyone knew to whom Aragorn was talking to.
"I already am waiting for you...but you must hurry." Then, the voice of Lady Galadriel disappeared. Aragorn's face immediately lit up, ran to Legolas' side, and started to whisper to Legolas,
"My friend, wake up, give me some sign to show that you are truly alive...please, Legolas, do you not remember? You have to see me grow old!" At that last sentence, Legolas' face scrunched up just the slightest, but he did not open his eyes.
"Y-you...never grow...old..." Legolas whispered back. Aragorn smiled widely.
"Thank you, my friend, rest now..." Legolas nodded a bit, and he fell asleep. Then, Aragorn picked Legolas up carefully, and started to run again, newfound energy made him run even faster.
Another hour later, Aragorn finally reached Caras Galadhon, and as said, Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn, a few elven soldiers and healers were at the healing houses, ready and waiting. They led Aragorn up the stairs, and into one of the rooms. Aragorn laid Legolas on a bed, and the elves instantly started their healing work for Legolas. Lord Celeborn noticed that some of the healers were quite nervous under his and Aragorn's stare, so he led Aragorn outside of the room.
"What injuries does Legolas possess?" Lord Celeborn asked. Aragorn breathed in quick gasps, he was worried about Legolas, but he was impossibly weary.
"Uh...what I know of is...uh..." Aragorn took a deep breath and swallowed hard.
"I know that he has a...an arrow wound in his...uh...side and his back...a sword wound on his stomach, that was incredibly hard to stop from bleeding. Uh...he has multiple cuts and bruises all around his face and body...a stab sound in his leg...and...and a gash on his head, a few broken and cracked ribs...and uh...that's all I know! You must save him, my lord! Please! You must..." Aragorn felt sick and dizzy, suddenly, he collapsed onto the ground, consciousness fleeing him.
The last thing Aragorn saw was Lord Celeborn's shocked expression.
~~~A few hours later~~~
Aragorn moaned as he started to wake up, slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around the room, still feeling a bit nauseous.
"You're awake..." A female voice said softly. Aragorn turned his head towards the door and saw the source of the voice.
"Lady Galadriel!" Aragorn wanted to stand up and bow to her, but suddenly felt a wave of pain hit him, he groaned in pain and clutched his head. Lady Galadriel walked over to Aragorn and started to steady him.
A while later, the pain passed, Aragorn gasped for breath, then he finally smiled and nodded in thanks.
"Thank you, my lady...I apologize..." Lady Galadriel smiled and shook her head.
"There is nothing to apologize for, my child." Aragorn smiled slightly, then remembered Legolas.
"How is Legolas?" Lady Galadriel's face softened, touched by the fact that the first thing Aragorn would ask for was about Legolas. "He is fine...fine for now." Aragorn frowned.
"For now?" Lady Galadriel sighed.
"We have spent countless hours trying to heal the Prince of Mirkwood...we lost him once, but was able to revive him...he has lost so much blood. Presently, Legolas is in a deep sleep...if he makes it past today, then he will be fine. But if he doesn't...then I am sorry..." Aragorn nodded slowly, speechless.
"Can I visit him?" Lady Galadriel smiled softly at his anxious voice.
"Of course, right after you rest a bit more, cleanse yourself, and eat something." Aragorn wanted to protest, but only sighed and nodded.
"And what of the fellowship?"
"They are fine, they are eating breakfast right now...the hobbits have quite an appetite!" Aragorn chuckled.
"Aye, that they do have..."
"Do you not think that you have missed asking about someone?" Aragorn frowned in confusion.
"How are...you?" Lady Galadriel laughed lightly.
"Nay, Estel, how are you? You are the one who lost consciousness back there." Aragorn smiled sheepishly.
"Aye...how am I?" Lady Galadriel smiled brightly.
"You are just fine, you were just tired and dehydrated, and may I remind you, you ran half a day to get here, with Legolas in your arms!" Aragorn's eyes widened.
"It was half a day?!" Lady Galadriel laughed.
"Yes, Estel, it was half a day." Then, Aragorn yawned.
"Well, you are tired, young one, you must get some more rest now." Lady Galadriel said, stood up, and started to tuck Aragorn in like a small child.
"Can't I visit Legolas first?" Aragorn asked drowsily. But Lady Galadriel had no time to reply, for as soon as Aragorn's head hit the pillow, he instantly fell asleep. Lady Galadriel smiled softly, kissed Aragorn lightly on the forehead, and left to check on Legolas.
~~~Aragorn's dream~~~
The first thing Aragorn saw was Legolas fighting with orcs, he was having trouble, but was managing. Aragorn moved to help Legolas, but when he tried to move, he found that he was stuck on the spot. Just then, Aragorn heard a cry of pain, looking up, he saw that Legolas had been stripped of his weapons, and was now being beaten by the orcs. Being stuck on the spot, Aragorn was forced to watch Legolas get tortured by the orcs. His heart wrenched at the sight, but when he heard a loud snapping sound, accompanied by a loud scream of pain, Aragorn snapped. He fought against the invisible bonds weakly, tears of helplessness trailed down his face when he saw the bloody, half-conscious form of Legolas in the center of a crowd of orcs.
Legolas had curled up in a tight ball, one hand clutching his stomach, while the other hung uselessly near his head. Blood flowed immensely from an arrow wound on the back and side, there were many cuts everywhere on his body and there was a gash on his temple.
Suddenly, an orc pulled Legolas up on his feet, black dots filled his vision and it was distorted. He felt dizzy and exhausted, Legolas could feel himself fading. Aragorn started to sob as he saw his friend being violently shoved around the crowd of orcs, some kicked him to another orc, while others kicked him down onto the ground, only to be pulled up again. Legolas cried out in pain when he was pushed against a tree.
Just then, an orc, presumably the captain, walked up to Legolas, took out a long dagger, and slowly slid the blade into Legolas' chest. Legolas' eyes grew wide, tears of pain sliding down his face, and the orcs restrained the elf, jeering and laughing at Legolas' torture. Aragorn saw this, and he began to wail even more, screaming Legolas' name out, begging the orcs to stop torturing Legolas, though he knew they couldn't hear him.
A while later, he heard that Legolas' screams had stopped, Aragorn looked up at him, only to find that Legolas was dead. Aragorn's mouth was open, his eyes were wide in disbelief, and he collapsed onto the ground, darkness surrounding his form.
~~~Back to reality~~~
"Estel? Estel, wake up." A voice called out to Aragorn and softly shook him. Aragorn moaned and suddenly shot up from his bed, gasping and panicking.
"Legolas! Legolas! Where is he?" The elf quietly hushed Aragorn like a mother would to a crying baby. Aragorn blinked when he saw his elven brother.
"Elladan?" Aragorn asked in confusion.
"Aye, Estel, it is I."
"What...what are you doing here? Did father send you here? Is Elrohir here as well? And Glorfindel? How about Arwen?" Elladan chuckled.
"Still so many questions, young one. Yes, Elrohir is here, but Glorfindel and Arwen stayed back in Rivendell. Father sent us here because he had sensed that something bad had happened to the fellowship, he worried about you, and he wanted to send some soldiers here to check on you, and Elrohir and I volunteered to come with them. So, here we are!" Aragorn slowly calmed down as he listened to his brother's words.
"Where is Elrohir?"
"He is with Legolas right now."
"Legolas! How is he?" Elladan sighed.
"Last time I checked, about a few minutes ago, he had a light fever, but other than that, he was getting better." Aragorn sighed in relief.
"What plagued your dreams, brother? You were tossing and turning everywhere." Aragorn's eyes watered as he remembered the screams of agony from Legolas, and all the blood.
"I...I had a nightmare..." Aragorn said in a whisper, and he brought his knees up to his chest like a frightened child.
"About what?" Aragorn hesitated, but decided to tell Elladan.
"Of...of Legolas...I was stuck in that same blasted spot the whole time, so I was forced to watch these orcs torture him!" Aragorn choked a sob.
"They did so many...terrible things to Legolas...there was so much blood! Valar, so much blood, and his screams, Elladan, his screams were the worst! So filled with pain and...and agony! I was helpless to do anything! Ugh! I am so weak!" Aragorn yelled at himself in between tears. Elladan's expression softened, he tipped Aragorn's head up and looked him straight in the eye.
"Estel, no, you are not weak at all! You have made it this far even with Elrohir and my deadly pranks!" Elladan joked and Aragorn chuckled, remembering his childhood with his two lunatic brothers.
"It's okay, young one, it is not uncommon to have nightmares like that...especially after this whole ordeal in the tunnel. It will be all right." Elladan soothed. Aragorn smiled grimly, then broke into sobs, Elladan could feel tears in his eyes, seeing his brother's obvious pain.
"Shh...it's all right, Estel..." Elladan whispered and embraced Aragorn's shaking form, he leaned into Elladan's embrace as he cried his heart out.
Outside of the room, Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn watched the two brothers with awe, knowing that even such different species could actually grow to become real brothers, and as close as Aragorn is to Elladan and Elrohir was amazing.
~~~At the Healing houses where Legolas is~~~
Legolas moaned painfully as he slowly opened his heavy eyes and immediately cringed at the sudden light. He felt sick, really sick, Legolas wanted to vomit his guts out, and he felt extremely dizzy and hot. Suddenly, a noise startled him, Legolas weakly looked at the end of his bed, and was shocked yet horrified that the creature was there, its huge blue eyes bore into his own.
"Go-Gollum...what are you doing here?" Legolas choked out. Gollum snapped out of his daze and hissed, but instantly stopped and smiled in a wicked, yet sympathetic way.
"Pretty, pretty elf, always glowing so bright and strong...but your strong light has dimmed...yes...dimmed..." Gollum paused.
"Pretty elf was nice to us when we was captured...we followed you, see? Nice elf should not die because of stupid orcs...we will help you..." Then Gollum frowned. "But how..." Suddenly, Gollum smiled again, only this time, it was an evil smile, no trace of innocence in it.
"Is pretty elf in pain?" Legolas raised an eyebrow, but nodded reluctantly. Then, Gollum crawled to the table where Legolas' weapons lay, and took out a dagger.
"We will help stop the pain...yes...stop the pain..." Gollum whispered psychotically as he trailed his fingers along the blade.
"Go-Gollum, what are you...you doing?" Gollum hissed.
"We will stop the pain...forever..." Legolas finally understood his motive, Gollum was going to kill him! Being too weak to try to stop the creature, much less try to call for help, Legolas could only watch as Gollum started to crawl slowly towards him, gripping the dagger tightly around his bony fingers.
TBC...
A/N: Whoa! Yea! I finally updated! So sorry for the delay, folks, but really, thanks so much for the reviews! I really loved them! And I'm not being sarcastic! Haha! But nonetheless, cliff-hanger!!! Don't you just love those? I do! Haha! Well, read on, and please review me more! =D
A few hours later, they were all still running, trying to get to Caras Galadhon, where the Lord and Lady of the wood dwelled. Aragorn was still carrying Legolas, his arms were numb and sore. Suddenly, Aragorn tripped over a tree root that was sticking out from the ground, he accidentally threw Legolas onto the ground, and he fell flat on his face. Haldir instantly stopped running and looked back to the fallen pair, he ran to Aragorn to help him back up, but Aragorn held up his hand out to stop him.
"I am fine, see to Legolas, his wounds might be bleeding again." Haldir nodded and ran to Legolas, checked him over, and frowned. Aragorn slowly got up and dusted the dirt off from his clothes.
"What is it, Haldir? Is he alright?" Haldir looked frighteningly at Aragorn.
"He...he's not breathing..." Aragorn stood there, frozen with panic.
Just then, the rest of the fellowship and the soldiers had caught up and was about to say something, but when they saw Legolas lying there, Haldir beside him with tears in his eyes, and Aragorn just standing there, they thought better of it. Knowing what had happened, the fellowship and the other elven soldiers sighed in sorrow.
"Why have you stopped, son of Arathorn?" A female voice sounded in Aragorn's mind. At first, Aragorn had no idea who it was who spoke in his mind, but then he remembered that only the Lady of the Wood could do such a thing in her own land.
"I...he is dead..." Aragorn replied out loud, and everyone stared at him. The female voice chuckled softly.
"I have known Legolas ever since he was born...he was never one to give up so easily...never was...never will be...but have you given up on him already?"
"I...I don't know..."
"What is your name?" Aragorn frowned.
"Aragorn..."
"Not this one..." Then, realization shone on the ranger's face, this was the exact same thing Legolas had asked of him two days ago.
"My name is Estel, I am hope..."
"That is correct, there is always hope, Estel, always...even in the darkest hour..." Aragorn smiled.
"My Lady, you must wait for our arrival and heal Legolas!" At this point, everyone knew to whom Aragorn was talking to.
"I already am waiting for you...but you must hurry." Then, the voice of Lady Galadriel disappeared. Aragorn's face immediately lit up, ran to Legolas' side, and started to whisper to Legolas,
"My friend, wake up, give me some sign to show that you are truly alive...please, Legolas, do you not remember? You have to see me grow old!" At that last sentence, Legolas' face scrunched up just the slightest, but he did not open his eyes.
"Y-you...never grow...old..." Legolas whispered back. Aragorn smiled widely.
"Thank you, my friend, rest now..." Legolas nodded a bit, and he fell asleep. Then, Aragorn picked Legolas up carefully, and started to run again, newfound energy made him run even faster.
Another hour later, Aragorn finally reached Caras Galadhon, and as said, Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn, a few elven soldiers and healers were at the healing houses, ready and waiting. They led Aragorn up the stairs, and into one of the rooms. Aragorn laid Legolas on a bed, and the elves instantly started their healing work for Legolas. Lord Celeborn noticed that some of the healers were quite nervous under his and Aragorn's stare, so he led Aragorn outside of the room.
"What injuries does Legolas possess?" Lord Celeborn asked. Aragorn breathed in quick gasps, he was worried about Legolas, but he was impossibly weary.
"Uh...what I know of is...uh..." Aragorn took a deep breath and swallowed hard.
"I know that he has a...an arrow wound in his...uh...side and his back...a sword wound on his stomach, that was incredibly hard to stop from bleeding. Uh...he has multiple cuts and bruises all around his face and body...a stab sound in his leg...and...and a gash on his head, a few broken and cracked ribs...and uh...that's all I know! You must save him, my lord! Please! You must..." Aragorn felt sick and dizzy, suddenly, he collapsed onto the ground, consciousness fleeing him.
The last thing Aragorn saw was Lord Celeborn's shocked expression.
~~~A few hours later~~~
Aragorn moaned as he started to wake up, slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around the room, still feeling a bit nauseous.
"You're awake..." A female voice said softly. Aragorn turned his head towards the door and saw the source of the voice.
"Lady Galadriel!" Aragorn wanted to stand up and bow to her, but suddenly felt a wave of pain hit him, he groaned in pain and clutched his head. Lady Galadriel walked over to Aragorn and started to steady him.
A while later, the pain passed, Aragorn gasped for breath, then he finally smiled and nodded in thanks.
"Thank you, my lady...I apologize..." Lady Galadriel smiled and shook her head.
"There is nothing to apologize for, my child." Aragorn smiled slightly, then remembered Legolas.
"How is Legolas?" Lady Galadriel's face softened, touched by the fact that the first thing Aragorn would ask for was about Legolas. "He is fine...fine for now." Aragorn frowned.
"For now?" Lady Galadriel sighed.
"We have spent countless hours trying to heal the Prince of Mirkwood...we lost him once, but was able to revive him...he has lost so much blood. Presently, Legolas is in a deep sleep...if he makes it past today, then he will be fine. But if he doesn't...then I am sorry..." Aragorn nodded slowly, speechless.
"Can I visit him?" Lady Galadriel smiled softly at his anxious voice.
"Of course, right after you rest a bit more, cleanse yourself, and eat something." Aragorn wanted to protest, but only sighed and nodded.
"And what of the fellowship?"
"They are fine, they are eating breakfast right now...the hobbits have quite an appetite!" Aragorn chuckled.
"Aye, that they do have..."
"Do you not think that you have missed asking about someone?" Aragorn frowned in confusion.
"How are...you?" Lady Galadriel laughed lightly.
"Nay, Estel, how are you? You are the one who lost consciousness back there." Aragorn smiled sheepishly.
"Aye...how am I?" Lady Galadriel smiled brightly.
"You are just fine, you were just tired and dehydrated, and may I remind you, you ran half a day to get here, with Legolas in your arms!" Aragorn's eyes widened.
"It was half a day?!" Lady Galadriel laughed.
"Yes, Estel, it was half a day." Then, Aragorn yawned.
"Well, you are tired, young one, you must get some more rest now." Lady Galadriel said, stood up, and started to tuck Aragorn in like a small child.
"Can't I visit Legolas first?" Aragorn asked drowsily. But Lady Galadriel had no time to reply, for as soon as Aragorn's head hit the pillow, he instantly fell asleep. Lady Galadriel smiled softly, kissed Aragorn lightly on the forehead, and left to check on Legolas.
~~~Aragorn's dream~~~
The first thing Aragorn saw was Legolas fighting with orcs, he was having trouble, but was managing. Aragorn moved to help Legolas, but when he tried to move, he found that he was stuck on the spot. Just then, Aragorn heard a cry of pain, looking up, he saw that Legolas had been stripped of his weapons, and was now being beaten by the orcs. Being stuck on the spot, Aragorn was forced to watch Legolas get tortured by the orcs. His heart wrenched at the sight, but when he heard a loud snapping sound, accompanied by a loud scream of pain, Aragorn snapped. He fought against the invisible bonds weakly, tears of helplessness trailed down his face when he saw the bloody, half-conscious form of Legolas in the center of a crowd of orcs.
Legolas had curled up in a tight ball, one hand clutching his stomach, while the other hung uselessly near his head. Blood flowed immensely from an arrow wound on the back and side, there were many cuts everywhere on his body and there was a gash on his temple.
Suddenly, an orc pulled Legolas up on his feet, black dots filled his vision and it was distorted. He felt dizzy and exhausted, Legolas could feel himself fading. Aragorn started to sob as he saw his friend being violently shoved around the crowd of orcs, some kicked him to another orc, while others kicked him down onto the ground, only to be pulled up again. Legolas cried out in pain when he was pushed against a tree.
Just then, an orc, presumably the captain, walked up to Legolas, took out a long dagger, and slowly slid the blade into Legolas' chest. Legolas' eyes grew wide, tears of pain sliding down his face, and the orcs restrained the elf, jeering and laughing at Legolas' torture. Aragorn saw this, and he began to wail even more, screaming Legolas' name out, begging the orcs to stop torturing Legolas, though he knew they couldn't hear him.
A while later, he heard that Legolas' screams had stopped, Aragorn looked up at him, only to find that Legolas was dead. Aragorn's mouth was open, his eyes were wide in disbelief, and he collapsed onto the ground, darkness surrounding his form.
~~~Back to reality~~~
"Estel? Estel, wake up." A voice called out to Aragorn and softly shook him. Aragorn moaned and suddenly shot up from his bed, gasping and panicking.
"Legolas! Legolas! Where is he?" The elf quietly hushed Aragorn like a mother would to a crying baby. Aragorn blinked when he saw his elven brother.
"Elladan?" Aragorn asked in confusion.
"Aye, Estel, it is I."
"What...what are you doing here? Did father send you here? Is Elrohir here as well? And Glorfindel? How about Arwen?" Elladan chuckled.
"Still so many questions, young one. Yes, Elrohir is here, but Glorfindel and Arwen stayed back in Rivendell. Father sent us here because he had sensed that something bad had happened to the fellowship, he worried about you, and he wanted to send some soldiers here to check on you, and Elrohir and I volunteered to come with them. So, here we are!" Aragorn slowly calmed down as he listened to his brother's words.
"Where is Elrohir?"
"He is with Legolas right now."
"Legolas! How is he?" Elladan sighed.
"Last time I checked, about a few minutes ago, he had a light fever, but other than that, he was getting better." Aragorn sighed in relief.
"What plagued your dreams, brother? You were tossing and turning everywhere." Aragorn's eyes watered as he remembered the screams of agony from Legolas, and all the blood.
"I...I had a nightmare..." Aragorn said in a whisper, and he brought his knees up to his chest like a frightened child.
"About what?" Aragorn hesitated, but decided to tell Elladan.
"Of...of Legolas...I was stuck in that same blasted spot the whole time, so I was forced to watch these orcs torture him!" Aragorn choked a sob.
"They did so many...terrible things to Legolas...there was so much blood! Valar, so much blood, and his screams, Elladan, his screams were the worst! So filled with pain and...and agony! I was helpless to do anything! Ugh! I am so weak!" Aragorn yelled at himself in between tears. Elladan's expression softened, he tipped Aragorn's head up and looked him straight in the eye.
"Estel, no, you are not weak at all! You have made it this far even with Elrohir and my deadly pranks!" Elladan joked and Aragorn chuckled, remembering his childhood with his two lunatic brothers.
"It's okay, young one, it is not uncommon to have nightmares like that...especially after this whole ordeal in the tunnel. It will be all right." Elladan soothed. Aragorn smiled grimly, then broke into sobs, Elladan could feel tears in his eyes, seeing his brother's obvious pain.
"Shh...it's all right, Estel..." Elladan whispered and embraced Aragorn's shaking form, he leaned into Elladan's embrace as he cried his heart out.
Outside of the room, Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn watched the two brothers with awe, knowing that even such different species could actually grow to become real brothers, and as close as Aragorn is to Elladan and Elrohir was amazing.
~~~At the Healing houses where Legolas is~~~
Legolas moaned painfully as he slowly opened his heavy eyes and immediately cringed at the sudden light. He felt sick, really sick, Legolas wanted to vomit his guts out, and he felt extremely dizzy and hot. Suddenly, a noise startled him, Legolas weakly looked at the end of his bed, and was shocked yet horrified that the creature was there, its huge blue eyes bore into his own.
"Go-Gollum...what are you doing here?" Legolas choked out. Gollum snapped out of his daze and hissed, but instantly stopped and smiled in a wicked, yet sympathetic way.
"Pretty, pretty elf, always glowing so bright and strong...but your strong light has dimmed...yes...dimmed..." Gollum paused.
"Pretty elf was nice to us when we was captured...we followed you, see? Nice elf should not die because of stupid orcs...we will help you..." Then Gollum frowned. "But how..." Suddenly, Gollum smiled again, only this time, it was an evil smile, no trace of innocence in it.
"Is pretty elf in pain?" Legolas raised an eyebrow, but nodded reluctantly. Then, Gollum crawled to the table where Legolas' weapons lay, and took out a dagger.
"We will help stop the pain...yes...stop the pain..." Gollum whispered psychotically as he trailed his fingers along the blade.
"Go-Gollum, what are you...you doing?" Gollum hissed.
"We will stop the pain...forever..." Legolas finally understood his motive, Gollum was going to kill him! Being too weak to try to stop the creature, much less try to call for help, Legolas could only watch as Gollum started to crawl slowly towards him, gripping the dagger tightly around his bony fingers.
TBC...
A/N: Whoa! Yea! I finally updated! So sorry for the delay, folks, but really, thanks so much for the reviews! I really loved them! And I'm not being sarcastic! Haha! But nonetheless, cliff-hanger!!! Don't you just love those? I do! Haha! Well, read on, and please review me more! =D